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FlipThePoet Jan 18
We often react to the emptiness in our air
I sense your somber notes, you draw your long war line pause
our regret is set, to then be muster in the end.

the clouds are thick. I open my beam light
to shine my thoughts through
you cuss me out, letting down your blinders of blame.

we both recognize how we have changed
all those other nights in those other rooms are now
distance and gone.

time has stack an elephant of cards between us
we grasp in out unique ways to understand her crisis.

until yesterday, several vials were left unopen
cardboard boxed love, in a storage room
leaking out words unaccounted for.

you & i, in a dim but breathable pocket space
holding on to old love, staring strangely around
wonders of what's next.
it is easy to dream myself in love, when i am in wanting of you
FlipThePoet Nov 2021
What happens when you shower in the dark?
you can't tell the environment around you, only
the soap laddering on your skin, and the streetlight
peering into the scene.

you don't get to see your arrogance accumulating from loneliness
like soap rinse-off left to dry on the ground.
the act of showering is to be clean
but you can't concretely see your arm
so how do you get to cleaning when you can't see?
how do you continue to hold on to hope when the feeling of
the need of warmth is pushing unto every square inch on you?
when you know the moment you turn the shower off
that coldness comes rushing in.
leaving your skin prickle displaying bumps
like that of a feather-plucked chicken readying for the feast.
Now you've got to resist, and hopefully they say he would flee.

Then you step in front of a mirror, remember its dark.
meaning there is nothing to see, but the fog is there to feel
bubbling in your face, churning your skin.
you know this darkness is not good for you,
but you embrace it like well a known friend
reeling in its obscurement, applying layers of cream.
this is for daniel, for the truth that came disguise as laughs
FlipThePoet Oct 2021
we
we have finally arrive
once citizen of a different country
sailed through water and sky
here to dwell in this land

upon arrival, we sort for life
while accustoming to change
like eyesight trying to focus in light
after being long in the dark

we worked the factories
with our hands bruised
our back bent and spent
embracing winter's frigid air
and summer's sweat

we held on the blue lifestyle
bounding it around our neck
like a diamond collar
fetching for a dream

we sort soloist in the change
holding on to the little that didn't change
reminding ourselves that we came here to make a change
after giving all away for a change

Now we are chanting back to this land
we, the very backbone with which she stands
our song filled with pride
of toil and lost
an overwhelming sacrifice

we sing as we fill upper ranks
taking on prestige professions
leading up the charts
we sing on and we climb
someone had asked why is it that the children of the immigrant are known to be more successful then the other kids
FlipThePoet Apr 2021
Please see
attached for

Irrational decisions
mental shortcut, heuristic lens on

judgmental behaviors, slander
malice towards partners of Eve

Deceitful love, politics amongst words
cultural hive, the buzz intrigues

the standout gets called up
salem's gospel goes on

eloquent potholes
new generational lost souls
goodluck charlie
goodluck growing up

street with templars
liberty substitutes for crosses
museums enemies
divisive liturgy unboxes
FlipThePoet Apr 2021
Blessed are the bad days
the "we regret to inform you" days
thoughts lashings in on so many ways
like to eat chocolate on workout days.

Blessed are the "how do I tell them" days
acquaintance asking how it goes
the news comes in varies ways
it comes and some withhold.

Blessed are the "I have got every reason to be anger" days
cause success and blessings are colour blind
but hurt display in multiple rays.

Blessed is this day
for I chose to be happy cause its well
and even when I fail, I am always winning.
I have won today
and this medicine hanging on my throat?
its chocolate babe.
I had wrote this immediately after I found out that I failed an exam. I choose to be happy regardless of how hurtfully I had felt. looking back now, I am grateful of my decision
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